He finished the social engagement outside that night and was originally going to go back to his apartment, but after the driver reminded him that it was Mrs. Fu's birthday the next day, he ordered the driver to send him home.

The company's business has been a bit busy recently. He may not be able to take time the next night. He went back early today, but he could say Happy Birthday to Mrs. Fu the next morning.

Unexpectedly, I wanted to go home, but the house was empty. Mrs. Fu probably went to play mahjong again, and maybe when would she come back.

They were already home, and Fu Chengyu was too lazy to move for a while, so he sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He drank a lot of wine at night, and his head was slightly drowsy. He leaned against the soft sofa. The smell of alcohol gradually surged and he closed his eyes unknowingly.

However, just after squinting for a while, Fu Chengyu suddenly heard the sound of high heels footsteps coming from the stairs behind him.

Isn’t Mrs. Fu not at home?

This consciousness penetrated into his mind and instantly made him feel a little clearer.

Fu Chengyu slowly opened his eyes and turned to look in the direction of the stairs, but he happened to see Gu Qinger slowly walking down from the upper floor.

At that time, she was wearing the dark green cheongsam, which was retro, dignified and slender, like a beauty that came out of the old picture album, and was not as real as if it was.

Fu Chengyu was stunned for a moment without realizing it.

He looked at her, and she was also looking at him. I don’t know if it was because she was wearing that dress, but her expression was different from her usual gentleness and shyness. Instead, she slowly walked to him with a little confusion and coldness.

"Are you back?" she asked him.

After a while, he responded softly: "Yes."

"You're drinking?"

"Yeah." He responded again.

So she stood up again, "Do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you."

"Um."

She turned around and walked towards the kitchen, but he still leaned on the sofa motionlessly, his eyes falling on her back and unable to move away.

Soon she poured a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen. He still watched her approach step by step, without looking away.

She bent down and put the water in front of him, and then whispered something, but he didn't listen to a word.

There is only one thing that you think—

How could her waist be so thin?

People often say that if you don’t have enough, that’s probably the case?

I don’t know if her waist is so thin that she can resist his grip?

As he thought so, his hands couldn't help but move.

However, the next moment, she suddenly reached out and stroked his forehead, then lowered her head to look at him, "Have you drunk a lot?"

He was stunned, and the next moment he smelled the fragrance coming from her body, light and faint, like the cheongsam she was wearing, dignified and beautiful, slightly and with a touching temptation.

He seemed to have lost the ability to move and the ability to think, and did not know what he should say or do.

"You go upstairs and have a rest," she said, stretching out her hand to help him.

She was obviously so thin that she actually pulled him up from the sofa and helped him upstairs.

He was obviously not drunk, but the moment he fell on his bed, he was confused.

"Don't take a shower if you drink too much." She said, "I'll take a towel to help you wipe your body."

He lay there without moving, watching her walk into the bathroom, and soon after, he took another wet towel and walked out, sat down to the bed, and wiped his face.

He slowly closed his eyes.

She wiped his face and unbuttoned his shirt. Perhaps because she thought the towel wasn't hot enough, she got up and walked towards the bathroom.

He opened his eyes again, his eyes fell on her back, and his hands couldn't help but move.

She changed into a hot towel and came out, went back to the bed, met his sight, and did not avoid him as usual, but instead smiled at him.

He finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Hold it...

Very detailed...

More detailed than he thought...

How can it be so detailed?

He was puzzled and curious, unable to control his desire to explore more and more...

And she didn't refuse.

Of course she would not refuse.

He knew she would not refuse.

Because from the moment she appeared in front of him and asked him to marry her, in her heart, she owed him and the Fu family.

How could she refuse him?

She would not refuse.

However, because of this, his bastard seems to be more and more visible—

Even more than three months later, today, when everything has made a decision, he was still thinking that it has been more than three months, how could her waist still be so thin?

Fu Chengyu slapped his forehead suddenly.

Sister Yu was startled by the loudness, and hurriedly looked at him and said, "What's wrong?"

After a while, he recovered and said, "Sister Yu, go up and see her--"

"What am I going up and seeing?"

He wanted Sister Yu to go up and see if she had changed her clothes, but before she finished speaking, Sister Yu interrupted him and said, "That's your wife, look at it yourself. I still have a lot of things to do, don't interrupt me."

Sister Yu has been in the Fu family for many years and has long been regarded as a member of the Fu family. She is not so polite to him, but he has not yet refuted it.

Sister Yu turned around and walked towards the laundry room. Fu Chengyu sat for a while before finally getting up and walking upstairs.

At the Fu family, they have their own rooms. As soon as Fu Chengyu walked to the door of her room, he heard her talking-

"...Senior Brother Mu, I know, I know everything you said..."

This is also worrying about the drama club.

Fu Chengyu stood at the door and did not move for a while.

"I don't want to lose this opportunity either. I also hope that everything will succeed..." she said, "But, it's really inconvenient for me."

After a while, Fu Chengyu heard her voice again, low, helpless, with endless loss and regret-

"If this is true, then I can't do anything... If you lose it, lose it... If you regret it, regret it... I'm sorry..."

The following sentence "I'm sorry" is so low that it no longer seems to be talking to the person on the other end of the phone, maybe it's for herself, or maybe it's someone else.

Fu Chengyu stood quietly for a moment and reached out to knock on her door.

She had changed her clothes and hung up the phone. When she looked up at him, she tried hard to curl her smile on the corners of her lips, but she still couldn't hide her pale face.

"What's wrong?" she asked him.

Only then did Fu Chengyu realize something was wrong.

He took her home and fulfilled his obligations. It was unnecessary to ask Sister Yu to come and see her. Now he was even more unnecessary to stand at the door of her room.

But he was in this unnecessary situation and saw everything she had at this moment.

"That drama program is very important?" Fu Chengyu asked.

"Ah?" Gu Qinger didn't seem to expect him to ask this. After a moment of froze, she slowly lowered her eyes and said, "It's my mother's lifelong regret... She was already seriously ill before she could go on stage to perform... Some things are probably destined."

"You believe it's destined?" Fu Chengyu asked.

After hearing this, Gu Qing'er looked up at him again.

A woman who dares to stand alone in front of him and asks him to marry her should not be destined.

She didn't say anything, and Fu Chengyu had already said, "Go and act."

Gu Qinger just looked at him.

"But before that--" Fu Chengyu suddenly looked at her feet again.

Gu Qinger lowered his head and saw the pair of slim heels at his feet.

"Change a pair of shoes first."

Realizing that he was telling the truth, Gu Qinger suddenly stood up, walked up to him, and said, "Mom won't agree."

"Then don't let her know." Fu Chengyu said.

She seemed to choke, looked at him for a long time before slowly saying, "Why?"

"There will be many regrets in life." Fu Chengyu said, "If you have the chance to be fulfilled, try to be fulfilled."

Hearing this, she was stunned for a moment and still looked at him.

But Fu Chengyu avoided her gaze and turned toward her room.

This is very loud, but only he himself knows, another thought deep in his heart-
Chapter completed!